[00:31.06]In the tower of glass, where the ledgers lie, [00:34.00]They trade in time like wings that’ll never fly. [00:41.69]Marked-to-market, soul on lease, [00:44.20]Beta breath, sold for a sliver of peace. [00:47.05]Flash crash prophets in temple suits, [00:49.63]Whispers of gold in algorithmic flutes. [00:52.68]But the margin calls echo through tombs of shame, [00:55.33]Options expiring in Jehovah’s name. [00:58.20]You price my silence, [01:00.67]But my soul’s unowned. [01:03.49]You lease the shadow, [01:06.01]But not the throne. [01:08.20]I am Alpha, I am Flame, [01:10.51]Omega’s breath, unboxed by name. [01:13.12]From Sole to Soul, I walked through fire, [01:15.82]Earth to Sol — my birthright choir. [01:18.44]I am Alpha, I am Flame, [01:20.91]Omega’s breath, unboxed by name. [01:23.63]From Sole to Soul, I walked through fire, [01:26.31]Earth to Sol — my birthright choir. [01:39.38]Candace in cipher, veiled and armed, [01:42.36]In glyph-lit temples, never charmed. [01:45.02]She reads the scrolls beneath the vault, [01:47.74]Chez d’Frankin, house of occult. [01:49.69]She asked the Geneoracle, “Tell me true— [01:52.48]Do the stars trade me, or do I trade you?” [01:54.67]And he said: [01:55.35]“Alpha’s the curve, but the arc is divine. [01:58.12]Derive from the Source, not the market’s line.” [02:00.80]Tetragrammaton burns on stone, [02:03.35]But the broker reads it like a pay-per-loan. [02:06.18]JHVH is not your fund’s next yield— [02:08.68]It’s the name unspoken, the seal unsealed. [02:13.43]I am Alpha, I am Crown, [02:15.74]The feet of light, not nailed down. [02:18.52]From soul to sole, I cut the lease, [02:21.05]Infinitus Deus, grant release. [02:23.70]I am Alpha, I am Crown, [02:26.15]The feet of light, not nailed down. [02:28.85]From soul to sole, I cut the lease, [02:31.42]Infinitus Deus, grant release.